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"Next, leave it to me."

Jeanne smiled faintly and raised the banner high in her hand. A dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, intercepting all the dragons' attacks.

"what?!"

Looking at the sudden appearance of another Joan of Arc, the soldiers in the French army all showed disbelief.

Even Heizhen, who was standing above Fafnir, was stunned at this moment.

"What the hell?!"

Looking at the other self that suddenly appeared, Heizhen suddenly felt that her brain was a little out of order.

Was I hallucinating? How could a different me suddenly appear out of nowhere?

"Joan of Arc, is this really you? I, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

At this moment, Jian Jier looked at Joan of Arc who appeared in front of him and was a little incoherent for a while.

He even began to doubt whether this was his dying fantasy.

"Marshal of France, please calm down. This is the real Joan of Arc."

"You're still a long way from dying, so could you please stop fantasizing so early?"

This made Joan of Arc feel awkward because before she could even start talking, she saw a large group of people she didn't know suddenly appear around her.

The marshal was confused at this time.

No, where did these people come from?

Chapter 174 Everyone looks like Joan of Arc and Everyone looks like Arthur.

"Brother, am I dreaming? Joan of Arc, there are three of them?"

"I don't think I'm dreaming. How come there are three people who look exactly the same?"

When Joan of Arc, Mo Wang and others arrived in the city, the soldiers and the people were immediately thrown into chaos.

On a battlefield, three people who looked exactly the same suddenly appeared. No wonder everyone was so surprised.

After all, there are only two monkeys, the real and fake Monkey King, but they have messed up the entire Three Realms, not to mention that there are now three identical ones.

Is this girl in strange clothes, with slightly darker hair, but still gentle, Joan of Arc? Or is this White Joan of Arc, holding a banner and exactly the same as everyone remembers, the real Joan of Arc?

Or is the Black Joan of Arc standing on the dragon's head with a distorted face the real one?

No one knew, but even their marshal, who thought he understood Joan of Arc best, was now confused.

"I never thought I would see three Joans of Arc before I died. I truly have no regrets in my death."

Looking at the three Takeuchi faces at the scene, the marshal now showed a happy expression, and even tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"**!"

Faced with such a marshal, Mo Wang slapped him twice without hesitation.

"Wake up, you're a Servant now, it's not that easy to die!"

"Also, what kind of eyes do you have to look at that person over there to see her as Jeanne d'Arc?"

Mo Wang complained to the marshal who looked like he was about to ascend to heaven.

This person is clearly not old yet, so why is his eyesight already deteriorating?

What's this bad habit of yours? It makes everyone look like Joan of Arc to you, and it's starting to happen now?

"Ahaha, um, Mr. Mowang, please put Jill down. I think he needs a rest."

At this moment, Joan of Arc looked at Jill, who was beaten into a pig's head by Mo Wang with just a few slaps, and didn't know how to complain.

To be honest, Joan of Arc felt a little uncomfortable when she knew that her good brother had always had a crush on her, regarded her as a faith, and even went crazy after her death.

Especially when she knew that in the future this person would keep calling her name when he saw someone who looked like her, Joan of Arc had a moment when she really wanted to slap him.

She didn't understand what kind of strange magic this person from the future had studied to get this strange disease. Not only was he mentally ill, but even his eyesight was not good.

"Arthur!!!!"

Just when Mo Wang was about to complain, he saw a man covered in black armor, roaring deafeningly, rushing towards the lady.

"Fuck, how could I forget about this guy?"

Looking at the dark Lancelot, Mo Wang fell into silence for a moment.

I just knocked out a guy who had the disease that "everyone looks like Joan of Arc", and now another person with the bad habit of "everyone looks like Arthur" appears.

What is this? A psychiatric conference?

Looking at Lancelot who had already come in front of the lady, Mo Wang felt at this moment that, brother, your mental condition seemed to be even worse than that of the marshal.

At least when you see a woman, you should call her Morgan, right? Even though the difference between the two isn't that big.

"Uncle, who are you?"

At this time, the soldier's wife who was using magic to heal the wounded was confused when she saw Lancelot rushing towards her and shouting Arthur.

When I was treating those French soldiers just now, they kept calling me Joan of Arc.

How come there is another person calling himself Arthur now?

Is my face really that common?

However, even though she felt confused, Shi Niang used magic without hesitation.

Lancelot's figure swept over like a hurricane, his eyes red, and he kept roaring: "Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!"

His voice was filled with pain and obsession, as if this name was his only belief and his only shackles.

The lady was forced to retreat repeatedly, the magic in her hands flashing, but she could never hit Lancelot. His movements were incredibly fast, as if he could predict her actions with every blow.

What is even more shocking is that Lancelot picked up any weapon on the ground - a broken spear, a damaged shield, or even a piece of gravel, which could be turned into a deadly weapon in his hands.

"What kind of monster is this guy...?"

The lady gritted her teeth and growled, cold sweat already oozing from her forehead.

Although Shi Niang's magic talent is top-notch, this is also the first time that Shi Niang has encountered an enemy like Lancelot.

When fighting with the opponent, it is as if the opponent has already known one's magic very well. No matter how one attacks, the opponent can find the flaw and approach one quickly.

"Arthur! Arthur!"

Lancelot's roar was getting closer and closer, and the weapon he picked up in his hand had been transformed into a powerful weapon comparable to a treasure by his bare hands.

The murderous intent contained in it forced Shi Niang to retreat.

However, at this moment, a shield blocked Lancelot's way, and the amazing spear could not move any further.

"Miss Shi Niang, are you okay?"

The one who rushed in front of the lady happened to be Mashu.

"I'm fine. I'm just not used to this Servant's attack style."

Shi Niang took a deep breath at this moment, and the expression on her face began to become serious.

At this time, Lancelot, who saw Mashu holding a shield, just stayed where he was.

At this moment, he stopped moving and stopped swinging his sword.

Even Arthur couldn't shout anymore.

Just standing there making a lot of noise.

"Um, what happened to that guy?"

Mashu, who had been holding up the shield for a long time, was now prepared to be attacked.

But the two of them never expected that Lancelot, who had just looked completely mad and would not stop until he killed the lady, would now just stand there with a very painful expression.

It seemed as if he had seen something unacceptable.

Ah, that's right. After all, I saw that my son has now become a daughter and is standing with Morgan.

Poor old father Lancelot was suffering such a mental shock that even his frenzy was suppressed.

……

On the other side, Hei Zhen, who was on top of the dragon, was looking at Bai Zhen below, his brain working at high speed.

"——I really didn't expect... I didn't expect this to happen."

Black Jeanne d'Arc looked at another self, or rather the completely opposite self, and the expression on her face seemed particularly distorted.

The moment White Joan appeared, Black Joan seemed to have been completely kicked out of the name Joan of Arc by the French soldiers.

Come to think of it, compared to Joan of Arc, Black Joan, who has silver hair, golden eyes and black clothes, even has paler skin than Joan of Arc, and her flag is black.

No matter how you look at it, all parts except the face seem to be completely different from the Joan of Arc that everyone has in mind.

Now that the real Joan of Arc has appeared, who will take you seriously anymore?

"Hey, please, can someone pour a bucket of cold water over my head? This is terrible—"

Snapped!

As soon as Heizhen finished speaking, a basin of cold water appeared out of nowhere above her head.

In just a moment, Heizhen went from being a majestic girl to a drowned rat.

"..."

The scene fell into an awkward silence, and everyone looked at Joan of Arc's wet head.

"Well, you asked for cold water yourself."

Mo Wang, the instigator, looked at Hei Zhendao calmly at this time.

"Fafnir!"

At this time, Heizhen roared angrily, and then Fafnir under her let out a terrible roar.

The powerful dragon's might made the ordinary soldiers around him feel afraid.

"Wow, is this Fate's true dragon seed? I have a feeling it should taste really good, right?"

However, facing Fafnir's pressure, Mo Wang couldn't help drooling at this time.

Look at these strong wings and these tough muscles.

I feel that whether in terms of taste or other aspects, the taste of this dragon is several levels higher than that of ordinary flying dragons.

"Ouch?!"

Fafnir, who had just roared, felt a chill at this moment.

At this moment, Fafnir looked at Mo Wang's pair of passionate eyes, and his whole dragon body trembled subconsciously.

"Hey! Fafnir, what's wrong with you? Calm down!"

At this time, Heizhen felt Fafnir trembling under her and asked quickly.

And Fafnir didn't know how to answer Black Zhen.

Even now, it feels very strange.

I'm clearly the dragon! Why do I feel like I'm the hunted animal when I see Mo Wang?

Throughout his dragon life, Fafnir had dealt with many legendary heroes.

Even the legendary hero Siegfried, who ultimately killed it, had never caused it such intense unease.

"Who is that guy?"

At this time, Heizhen looked in the direction of Mo Wang. Her intuition told her that the reason why Fafnir seemed so scared at this time must be related to that man.

However, even with the Ruler's authority, Hei Zhen still couldn't tell Mo Wang's real name.

In other words, Mo Wang over there is not a servant at all, but a human being.

"A human?! Are you kidding me?"

At this moment, Heizhen couldn't believe that a human could actually scare the great Fafnir. Is this some new joke?

"Fafnir! Kill him!"